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Dick pushed the strand back again, fingers skimming up Fleck's cheek, around the curve of his ear and along his jaw to press his thumb to the corner of Fleck's lips. He traced the seam of it, blood still stained around his mouth.

He leaned forwards to meet Dick's thumb, his tongue sticking out. The drop of blood that dripped onto the bedding made him pause, with his tongue sticking out.

"Uh-oh," the muttered around his still sticking out tongue. His tongue disappeared back inside his mouth. "Hope that doesn't stain."

His rough fingers curled around Dick's wrist gently, and he swiped his tongue over Dick's finger to collect the dripping blood, and sucked gently on the wound for a second, before licking it a few times, as the tiny wound healed.

He took the stained case off the pillow and crawled off the bed to make his way into the bathroom. Plugging the sink in he filled it with cold water, rubbing the stain with soap in the meantime. Then he just left it there to soak.

Done, he made his way over to Fleck.

"It's fresh, so it shouldn't stain."

He perched on the bed beside Fleck, eyes scanning his boyfriend. He frowned.

"What's that?"

He brought his hand up to Fleck's arm where there was a dark mark. He ran his tumb over it before realising what it was: Paint. On closer inspection their were small marks all over his arm.

"You're absolutely covered in these little flecks-" He stopped and looked up, grinning at his boyfriend.

He knew the reason behind Fleck's nickname, but there was something amusing about seeing it himself.

Attention was back on the marks, the tip of his finger lightly traced the skin drawing a line from one to the other.

"It's like a game of dot-to-dot..."

He tugged the arm out from behind Fleck's head to lay it across his lap. His finger ran up and down it. Eyebrows furrowed, he bit his lip in concentration. the cogs turning in his head as an idea spawned.

Dick, oblivious to Fleck's eyes on him, continued with his work; finishing off inking the forearm.

He leaned back and scanned the whole arm. A few more were added here and there. Then he moved the inked up arm about to study it, curling a piece of loose hair as he did. Unaware of the mark he accidently made on his cheek.

Adding in the last tiny bit of detail he looked and grinned, his swollen lip finally free.